Edna, Witch of The Bog

Holding still of a fond remembrance of elderly Auntie Edna, a witch by her chosen trade, but as much a friend when someone, or me be in trouble. I came to her with a dire concern, a situation caused by a practical joke gone wrong.

Imagine, an underclass student handing out loaded, exploding cigars to the home football team players. They like wanted to kill me, so I ventured traversing through the bog to ask of my Aunt to hide me safe from injury or death.

Auntie Edna listened to my tale of woe before she smiled, and agreed to hide me until all the team players had graduated and moved on.

Auntie said, that since my troubles began from tobacco, it would be best for me to hide, as reside at a local farm. I dared not to disagree or make other suggestions. I trusted my Aunt's judgment, she being my saving grace at that point in time.

I stood stunned when Auntie offered and told me to drink a green slurry of a potion, as asked me then if my passionate desires were of females or males. "Females," I replied, to which began my disguised existence being a male Mule working like any beast of burden does on a tobacco farm.

What I rather expected of being but two years of beastly drudgery became instead, five years due to one of the team players kept flunking the required courses, therefore keeping me a Mule; but not all of being a male Mule is bad, there were seventeen jennet Mules, though sterile, felt their estrus every forty-five days.

Auntie noted my due date return to being again a human, did for me a stud Mule then cum and go. As she intervened, causing me to grow a scrotum and enhance my frolicking with those sterile Mules. Imagine then that when about to gain my return to being human, Auntie visited me, asking if my being an equine stud was best?